Last Mango In Paris

I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
Then I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather, but a legend never dies

He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done"

"I had a third-world girl in Búzios with a pistol in each hand
She always kept me covered as we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on Wall Street with my high fashion model wife
I woke up dry beneath the African sky, just me and my Swiss Army knife

"I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done"

We shot the breeze for hours as the sun fell from the skies
And like the sun, he disappeared before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty and I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall, the words the old man said

"I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done"

"I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done"

That's why we wander and follow la vie dansante